Spoiler! :
As birds fly south, they leave
A golden world behind them.
Silently leaves float down
like snowflakes made of fire.
If only I were young,
I'd try my best to catch them.
I suppose I will make do
With dreaming of my youth.
Before my sight grew dim
Back when I knew no troubles.
Before I knew the love
And loss that this life can bring.
Now I lay on my bed
And winter is approaching.
When will I, like those birds,
Fly from this autumned body?
A golden world behind them.
Silently leaves float down
like snowflakes made of fire.
If only I were young,
I'd try my best to catch them.
I suppose I will make do
With dreaming of my youth.
Before my sight grew dim
Back when I knew no troubles.
Before I knew the love
And loss that this life can bring.
Now I lay on my bed
And winter is approaching.
When will I, like those birds,
Fly from this autumned body?
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